digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Bedrock of Heartsick without Quaking
Six elements of compass rose, set well apart on an open ground — the empty space is part of the picture. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a deep teal ground.
Each piece is generated once, straight from a formula, and never remade. The lines land wherever the math puts them; the colour falls where chance decides. Nothing on this wall is a print or a copy. What hangs here now will be gone before you think to look again, and something that has never existed will take its place.
Monday
91 works so far 5,248 shapes
Hung today, 12 October · leaves the wall on 19 October.
The Trusty Atoll onto the Sowing
Known Bog round the Following
Even Canyon amidst Learning
The Warm-hued Canyon in Abiding
The Arch During Blended Layering
What Evenhanded Basin Against Engraving
When the Earnest Atoll off Bending
Loyal Bluff up Carrying
Blended Canyon along Aging
The Darksome Burial beyond Lapsing
What Trusty Bay until Fording
The Bluff along Matronly Knitting
The Alcove above Practical Setting
Textured Border nearby the Waiting
Oaken Acre after Growing
What the Carbon round Ebbing Suffering
When Neutral Arch near Crossing
What the Bog up Ocherous Echoing
Darksome Cavern within Emptying
The Dignified Arch up Engraving
The Substantial Acre past Housing
Numbing Cairn within the Stagnating
When Lasting Canyon via Building
What the Fertile Cape opposite Spinning
One line. One moment. Never again.
Every work on this wall comes out of code and chance. Nothing is traced from a template, and no filter is laid over it afterwards. An algorithm takes a new random start for every picture and lets the uncertainty do the rest.
The works are made live through the day, one every few minutes, from carefully balanced parameters. Shapes unfold, colours shift and lines cross in ways nobody can predict, and nobody can repeat them either. The rules are strict and the outcome is open, which is why some pictures look as if they had chosen their own path.
Nothing is edited and nothing is made twice. Each picture is what one run of the program produced, and it exists in that one version only. That makes every piece here one of a kind, a fingerprint left by the code: precise and random at the same time, and not made to last.
Whether you collect, make things yourself or just like rhythm in a picture, stop here for a moment. What you find will be gone soon, and nothing quite like it will come back.
Each work is made once and never copied. Go and find yours.